Several weeks ago, I had a chance to visit one of my best friends up in Maine. I made the drive with another childhood friend of ours, and the three of us spent a wonderful couple of days catching up, playing with Maine friend’s baby, eating, and enjoying each other’s company. It’s a rare occasion that the three of us spend time together, but it’s pretty special when it happens. It was one of those weekends that gave me pause, and really made me take a step back from life to realize how great mine is.
My friend up in Maine has been a part of my life since 1st grade. We used to picnic in the field next to her childhood home, take day trips to “Saturn” (we had very active imaginations), search for salamanders in the woods, play every rec sport under the sun together, sing songs in the car, discuss young love and boy drama, and make (and eat) copious amounts of chocolate chip cookies in our high school culinary arts class. We have experienced a LOT together in the past 20 years (!!) of friendship. Lots of ups, lots of downs, some periods of being incredibly close, others where months would stretch out without talking much at all.
In the past several years, especially since graduating college, I’ve come to expect this ebb and flow from friend relationships. Things aren’t so easy when you don’t have parents diligently scheduling your play dates, driving you wherever you want to go, and paying for your hobbies. Real life comes with so many responsibilities, and it’s not only hard to make time to see each other, it’s sometimes hard just to be present as a friend. It took a couple of years of being constantly disappointed when things didn’t work out with friends to learn that perseverance is important, and that it’s more than okay to persist with relationships that matter. In fact, sometimes it’s imperative. It’s hard to be the one who feels like they initiate and plan all the time, but it’s not so hard when the alternative is losing someone who means so much. I’ve done that too, and it’s not an experience I hope to repeat.
That weekend in Maine was a reminder of why I persist, and why I can’t give up when the going seems tough. Those two days were so special, so full of happiness and laughter. They were just easy, and isn’t that the best, when you feel like you fit without even trying? When belly laughs just bubble over, when a smile permanently settles on your lips? When a friend is real, you just fall back into that same old rhythm like the months between visits haven’t happened at all. There is a certain feeling of belonging with people who’ve seen you through every phase of your life, and it’s incredibly special. So you hit some bumps along the way, you fall in and out of touch, but if it really matters, you always find your way back.
For breakfast on our second day in Maine, I made these waffles for us for breakfast. I used multigrain sandwich bread, and added strawberries because we had them. The littlest in the room — just 1.5 years old — seemed to be the biggest fan — she absolutely loved these! Made this big girl pretty proud 🙂 They’re an exceptionally indulgent breakfast treat, but a treat they were, and we thoroughly enjoyed them. I hope you will, too!